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And come о high degree,
And he is gane to Earl Richard,
To serve for meat and fee.
Earl Richard had but ae daughter,
Fair as a lily-flower,
Like proper paramour.
Whan the leaves were fair and green,
That Willie met his gay ladie
Intil the wood alane.
That wont to be sae wide;
And gane is a' my fair colour,
That wont to be my pride.
"But gin my father should get word
What's past between us twa,
Before that he should eat or drink,
He 'd hang you oer that wa.
"But ye '11 come to my bower, Willie,
Just as the sun gaes down,
And kep me in your arms twa,
And latna me fa down.
"
O whan the sun was now gane down,
He 's doen him till her bower,
And there, by the lee licht о the moon,
Her window she lookit oer.
Intill a robe о red scarlet
She lap, fearless о harm;
And Willie was large о lith and limb,
And keppit her in his arm.
And they 've gane to the gude green wood,
And, ere the night was deen,
She 's born to him a bonny young son,
Amang the leaves sae green.
Whan night was gane, and day was come,
And the sun began to peep,
Up and raise the Earl Richard
Out о his drowsy sleep.
He's ca'd upon his merry young men,
By ane, by twa, and by three:
"O what's come о my daughter dear,
That she 's пае come to me?
"I dreamt a dreary dream last night,
God grant it come to gude!
I dreamt I saw my daughter dear
Drown in the saut sea flood.
"But gin my daughter be dead or sick,
Or yet be stown awa,
I mak a vow, and I 'll keep it true,
I 'll hang ye ane and a'!"
They sought her up and down;
They got her in the gude green wood,
Nursing her bonny young son.
And kist him tenderlie;
Your mother 's dear to me.
He last him oer and oer again:
"My grandson I thee claim,
And Robin Hood in gude green wood,
And that shall be your name.
"
And mony ane sings о grass, о grass,
And mony ane sings о corn,
And mony ane sings о Robin Hood
Kens little whare he was born.
It wasna in the ha, the ha,
Nor in the painted bower,
But it was in the gude green wood,
Amang the lily-flower.
За деньги и за стол.
Ему приглянулась хозяйская дочь,
Друг друга любить до конца.
Однажды летнею порой,
Что прежде был широк,
Моих румяных щек.
Повесит на стене.
Украдкой на склоне дня.
А ты поймай меня!
И ждет он под окном
С той стороны, где свет луны
Не озаряет дом.
К нему слетела вниз.
И, прежде чем кончилась ночь,
Прекрасного сына в лесу родила
Под звездами графская дочь.
В рассветной тишине.
Не поднялась ко мне?
И видел сон такой:
Или в степном краю
Найти мне дочь мою!
Не зная покоя и сна,
И вот очутились в дремучем лесу,
Где сына качала она.
Мать и отца не вини!"
Спящего мальчика поднял старик
Но жаль твою бедную мать.
Из чащи домой я тебя принесу,
И пусть тебя люди зовут
По имени птицы, живущей в лесу,
Пусть так и зовут: Робин Гуд!
Иные поют о зеленой траве,
Другие - про белый лен.
Не ведая, где ты рожден.
Не в отчем дому, не в родном терему,
Не в горницах цветных, -
Под щебет птиц лесных.
РОБИН ГУД И ШЕРИФ
As I hear many men say,
But the merriest month in all the year
Is the merry month of May.
Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone,
With a link a down and a day,
And there he met a silly old woman,
Was weeping on the way.
"What news? what news, thou silly old woman?
What news hast thou for me?"
Said she, There 's three squires in Nottingham town
To-day is condemned to die.
"O have they parishes burnt?" he said,
"Or have they ministers slain?
Or have they robbed any virgin,
Or with other men's wives have lain?"
"They have no parishes burnt, good sir,
Nor yet have ministers slain,
Nor have they robbed any virgin,
Nor with other men's wives have lain.
"
"O what have they done?" said bold Robin Hood,
"I pray thee tell to me:"
"It's for slaying of the king's fallow deer,
Bearing their long bows with thee.
"
"Dost thou not mind, old woman," he said,
"Since thou made me sup and dine?
By the truth of my body," quoth bold Robin Hood,
"You could not tell it in better time.
"
Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone,
With a link a down and a day,
And there he met with a silly old palmer,
Was walking along the highway.
"What news? what news, thou silly old man?
What news, I do thee pray?"
Said he, Three squires in Nottingham town
Are condemnd to die this day.
"Come change thy apparel with me, old man,
Come change thy apparel for mine;
Here is forty shillings in good silver,
Go drink it in beer or wine.
"
"O thine apparel is good," he said,
"And mine is ragged and torn;
Wherever you go, wherever you ride,
Laugh neer an old man to scorn.
"
"Come change thy apparel with me, old churl,
Come change thy apparel with mine;
Here are twenty pieces of good broad gold,
Go feast thy brethren with wine.
"
Then he put on the old man's hat,
It stood full high on the crown:
"The first bold bargain that I come at,
It shall make thee come down.
"
Then he put on the old man's cloak,
Was patchd black, blew, and red;
He thought no shame all the day long
To wear the bags of bread.
Then he put on the old man's breeks,
Was patchd from baliup to side;
By the truth of my body," bold Robin can say,
"This man lovd little pride.
"
Then he put on the old man's hose,
Were patchd from knee to wrist;
o'By the truth of my body," said bold Robin Hood,
"I'd laugh if I had any list.
"
Then he put on the old man's shoes,
Were patchd both beneath and aboon;
Then Robin Hood swore a solemn oath,
It's good habit that makes a man.
Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone,
With a link a down and a down,
And there he met with the proud sheriff,
Was walking along the town.
"O save, O save, O sheriff," he said,
"О save, and you may see!
And what will you give to a silly old man
To-day will your hangman be?"
"Some suits, some suits," the sheriff he said,
"Some suits I'll give to thee;
Some suits, some suits, and pence thirteen
To-day 's a hangman's fee.
"
Then Robin he turns him round about,
And jumps from stock to stone;
"By the truth of my body," the sheriff he said,
"That's well jumpt, thou nimble old man.
"
"I was neer a hangman in all my life,
Nor yet intends to trade;
But curst be he," said bold Robin,
"That first a hangman was made.
"I've a bag for meal, and a bag for malt,
And a bag for barley and corn;
A bag for bread, and a bag for beef,
And a bag for my little small horn.
"I have a horn in my pocket,
I got it from Robin Hood,
And still when I set it to my mouth,
For thee it blows little good.
"
"O wind thy hom, thou proud fellow,
Of thee I have no doubt;
I wish that thou give such a blast
Till both thy eyes fall out.
"
The first loud blast that he did blow,
He blew both loud and shrill;
A hundred and fifty of Robin Hood's men
Came riding over the hill.
The next loud blast that he did give,
He blew both loud and amain,
And quickly sixty of Robin Hood's men
Came shining over the plain.
"O who are yon," the sheriff he said,
"Come tripping over the lee?"
"The're my attendants," brave Robin did say,
"They 'll pay a visit to thee.
"
They took the gallows from the slack,
They set it in the glen,
They hangd the proud sheriff on that,
Releasd their own three men.
Двенадцать месяцев в году,
Веселый месяц май.
По травам, по лугам
Старуху спросил Робин Гуд.
Пред казнью священника ждут.
За что, за какую вину:
Сожгли они церковь, убили попа,
У мужа отбили жену?
- За что же карает их суд?
- За то, что они королевскую лань
Убили с тобой, Робин Гуд.
Давно я пред ними в долгу.
Клянусь головою, - сказал Робин Гуд, -
Тебе я в беде помогу!
Вот едет, едет Робин Гуд
Дорогой в Ноттингам
Спросил старика Робин Гуд.
На смерть в эту ночь поведут.
- Надень-ка одежду мою, пилигрим.
И пей за здоровье мое!
- Богат твой наряд, - отвечал пилигрим, -
Моя одежонка худа.
Не смейся, сынок, никогда.
Давай мне одежду свою,
Тебе я в придачу даю!
Колпак пилигрима надел Робин Гуд,
Не зная, где зад, где перед.
- Клянусь головой, он слетит с головы,
Чуть дело до дела дойдет!
Хорошие были штаны:
Заплата пониже спины.
И молвил: - Иных узнают
Увидев, во что он обут!
И только осталось ему
Набитую хлебом суму.
На старости впал я в нужду.
И если ты честно заплатишь за труд,
К тебе в палачи я пойду!
- Штаны и кафтан ты получишь, старик,
Две пинты вина и харчи.
Да пенсов тринадцать деньгами я дам
За то, что пойдешь в палачи!
Но вдруг повернулся кругом Робин Гуд
И с камня на камень-скок.
- Клянусь головою, - воскликнул шериф, -
Ни разу не мылил петлю.
И будь я в аду, коль на службу пойду
К тебе, к твоему королю!
Не так уж я беден, почтенный шериф.
Взгляни-ка на этот мешок:
И маленький звонкий рожок.
Сейчас от него я иду.
И если рожок приложу я к губам,
Тебе протрубит он беду.
Не вылезут вон из глазниц!
Протяжно в рожок затрубил Робин Гуд,
И гулом ответил простор.
С окрестных спускаются гор.
Лицом повернувшись к лугам,
Несутся верхом в Ноттингам.
- Мои! - отвечал Робин Гуд.
-
И даром домой не уйдут.
В ту ночь отворились ворота тюрьмы,
На волю троих отпустив,
Повешен один был шериф.
РОБИН ГУД И МАЛЕНЬКИЙ ДЖОН
When Robin Hood was about twenty years old,
With a hey down down and a down
He happend to meet Little John,
A jolly brisk blade, right fit for the trade,
For he was a lusty young man.
Tho he was calld Little, his limbs they were large,
And his stature was seven foot high;
Where-ever he came, they quak'd at his name,
For soon he would make them to fly.
How they came acquainted, I '11 tell you in brief,
If you will but listen a while;
For this very jest, amongst all the rest,
I think it may cause you to smile.
Bold Robin Hood said to his jolly bowmen,
Pray tarry you here in this grove;
And see that you all observe well my call,
While thorough the forest I rove.
We have had no sport for these fourteen long days,
Therefore now abroad will I go;
Now should I be beat, and cannot retreat,
My horn I will presently blow.
Then did he shake hands with his merry men all,
And bid them at present good b'w'ye;
Then, as near a brook his journey he took,
A stranger he chancd to espy.
They happend to meet on a long narrow bridge,
And neither of them would give way;
Quoth bold Robim Hood, and sturdily stood,
I'll show you right Nottingham play.
With that from his quiver an arrow he drew,
A broad arrow with a goose-wing:
The stranger reply'd, I 'll liquor thy hide,
If thou offerst to touch the string.
Quoth bold Robin Hood, Thou dost prate like an ass,
For were I to bend but my bow,
I could send a dart quite thro thy proud heart,
Before thou couldst strike me one blow.
"Thou talkst like a coward," the stranger reply'd;
"Well amid with a long bow you stand,
To shoot at my breast, while I, I protest,
Have nought but a staff in my hand.
"
"The name of a coward," quoth Robin, "I scorn,
Wherefore my long bow I '11 lay by;
And now, for thy sake, a staff will I take,
The truth of thy manhood to try.
"
Then Robin Hood stept to a thicket of trees,
And chose him a staff of ground-oak;
Now this being done, away he did run
To the stranger, and merrily spoke:
Lo! see my staff, it is lusty and tough,
Now here on the bridge we will play;
Whoever falls in, the other shall win
The battel, and so we 'll away.
"With all my whole heart," the stranger reply'd;
"I scorn in the least to give out;"
This said, they fell to 't without more dispute,
And their staffs they did flourish about.
And first Robin he gave the stranger a bang,
So hard that it made his bones ring:
The stranger he said, This must be repaid,
I 'll give you as good as you bring.
So long as I 'm able to handle my staff,
To die in your debt, friend, I scorn:
Then to it each goes, and followd their blows,
As if they had been threshing of corn.
The stranger gave Robin a crack on the crown,
Which caused the blood to appear;
Then Robin, enrag'd, more fiercely engag'd,
And followd his blows more severe.
So thick and so fast did he lay it on him,
With a passionate fury and ire,
At every stroke, he made him to smoke,
As if he had been all on fire.
O then into fury the stranger he grew,
And gave him a damnable look,
And with it a blow that laid him full low,
And tumbid him into the brook.
"I prithee, good fellow, O where art thou now?"
The stranger, in laughter, he cry'd;
Quoth bold Robin Hood, Good faith, in the flood,
And floating along with the tide.
I needs must acknowledge thou art a brave soul;
With thee I '11 no longer contend;
For needs must I say, thou hast got the day,
Our battel shall be at an end.
Then unto the bank he did presently wade,
And pulld himself out by a thorn;
Which done, at the last, he blowd a loud blast
Straitway on his fine bugle-hom.
The eccho of which through the vallies did fly,
At which his stout bowmen appeard,
All cloathed in green, most gay to be seen;
So up to their master they steerd.
"O what's the matter?" quoth William Stutely;
"Good master, you are wet to the skin:"
"No matter," quoth he, "the lad which you see,
In fighting, hath tumbid me in.
"
"He shall not go scot-free," the others reply'd,
So strait they were seizing him there,
To duck him likewise; but Robin Hood cries,
He is a stout fellow, forbear.
There 's no one shall wrong thee, friend, be not afraid;
These bowmen upon me do wait;
There 's threescore and nine; if thou wilt be mine,
Thou shalt have my livery strait.
And other accoutrements fit for a man;
Speak up, jolly blade, never fear;
I 'll teach you also the use of the bow,
To shoot at the fat fallow-deer.
"O here is my hand," the stranger reply'd,
"I 'll serve you with all my whole heart;
My name is John Little, a man of good mettle;
Nere doubt me, for I 'll play my part.
"
"His name shall be alterd," quoth William Stutely,
"And I will his godfather be;
Prepare then a feast, and none of the least,
For we will be merry," quoth he.
They presently fetchd in a brace of fat does,
With humming strong liquor likewise;
They lovd what was good; so, in the greenwood,
This pretty sweet babe they baptize.
And, may be, an ell in the waste;
A pretty sweet lad; much feasting they had;
Bold Robin the christning grac'd.

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And were of the Nottingham breed;
Brave Stutely comes then, with seven yeomen,
And did in this manner proceed.
"This infant was called John Little," quoth he,
"Which name shall be changed anon;
The words we 'll transpose, so where-ever he goes,
His name shall be calld Little John.
"
They all with a shout made the elements ring,
So soon as the office was ore;
To feasting they went, with true merriment,
And tippid strong liquor gillore.
Then Robin he took the pretty sweet babe,
And cloathd him from top to the toe
In garments of green, most gay to be seen,
And gave him a curious long bow.
"Thou shalt be an archer as well as the best,
And range in the greenwood with us;
Where we 'll not want gold nor silver, behold,
While bishops have ought in their purse.
"We live here like squires, or lords of renown,
Without ere a foot of free land;
We feast on good cheer, with wine, ale, and beer,
And evry thing at our command казино премьер палас татьяна.
"We live here like squires, or lords of renown,
Without ere a foot of free land;
We feast on good cheer, with wine, ale, and beer,
And evry thing at our command.
"
Then musick and dancing did finish the day;
At length, when the sun waxed low,
Then all the whole train the grove did refrain,
And unto their caves they did go.
And so ever after, as long as he livd,
Altho he was proper and tall,
Yet nevertheless, the truth to express,
Still Little John they did him call.
Рассказать вам, друзья, как Смельчак Робин Гуд, -
Бич епископов и богачей, -
Поздоровался через ручей?
Был он телом - что добрый медведь!
Не обнять в ширину, не достать в вышину, -
Было в парне на что поглядеть!
Как с малюточкой этим спознался Робин,
Расскажу вам, друзья, безо лжи.
Только уши развесь: вот и труд тебе весь! -
Лучше знаешь - так сам расскажи.
Говорит Робин Гуд своим добрым стрелкам:
- Даром молодость с вами гублю!
Много в чаще древес, по лощинкам -чудес,
А настанет беда - протрублю.
Мне лежачее дело не впрок.
Коли тихо в лесу - побеждает Робин,
А услышите рог - будьте в срок.
Всем им руку пожал и пошел себе прочь,
Веселея на каждом шагу.
Незнакомец - на том берегу.
Тесен мост, тесен лес для двоих.
- Коль осталась невеста, медведь, у тебя, -
Знай - пропал у невесты жених!
Из колчана стрелу достает Робин Гуд:
- Что сказать завещаешь родным?
Вмиг знакомство сведешь с Водяным!
- Говоришь, как болван, - незнакомцу Робин, -
Говоришь, как безмозглый кабан!
Как к чертям отошлю тебя в клан!
- Угрожаешь, как трус, - незнакомец в ответ, -
У которого стрелы и лук.
У меня ж ничего, кроме палки в руках,
Ничего, кроме палки и рук!
- Мне и лука не надо - тебя одолеть,
И дубинкой простой обойдусь.
Как со мною сравняешься, трус!
Побежал Робин Гуд в чащи самую глушь,
Обтесал себе сабельку в рост
И обратно помчал, издалече крича:
- Ну-ка, твой или мой будет мост?
Так, с моста не сходя, естества не щадя,
Будем драться, хотя б до утра.
Кто упал - проиграл, уцелел - одолел, -
Такова в Ноттингэме игра.
Посмеются тебе - зайцы рощ!
Зачастили дубинки, как дождь.
Так ударил, что дуб задрожал!
Незнакомец, кичась: - Мне не нужен твой дар, -
Отродясь никому не должал!
Так ударил, что дол загудел!
Рассмеялся Робин: - Хочешь два за один?
Я всю жизнь раздавал, что имел!
Разошелся чужой - так и брызнула кровь!
Расщедрился Робин - дал вдвойне!
Молотить - что овес на гумне!
Был Робина удар - с липы лист облетел!
Был чужого удар - звякнул клад!
По густым теменам, по пустым головам
Застучали дубинки, как град.
Даже рыбки пошли наутек!
Сбил Робина в бегущий поток.
Через мост наклонясь: - Где ты, храбрый боец?
Не стряслась ли с тобою беда?
- Я в холодной воде, - отвечает Робин, -
И плыву - сам не знаю куда!
Но одно-то я знаю: ты сух, как орех,
Я ж, к прискорбью, мокрее бобра.
Кто вверху - одолел, кто внизу - проиграл, -
Вот и кончилась наша игра.
Полувброд,полувплавь, полумертв, полужив,
По шотландским лесам даже лось!
Эхо звук понесло вдоль зеленых дубрав,
Разнесло по Шотландии всей,
В одеянье - травы зеленей.
Почему на тебе чешуя?
Сочетал меня с Девой Ручья.
- Человек этот мертв! - грозно крикнула рать,
Скопом двинувшись на одного.
И мизинцем не троньте его!
Познакомься, земляк! Эти парни-стрелки
Ровно семьдесят будет с тобой.
У тебя ж будет: плащ цвета вешней травы,
Самострел, попадающий в цель,
К Робин Гуду согласен в артель?
- Видит бог, я готов! - удалец просиял.
-
Кто ж дубинку не сменит на лук?
Джоном Маленьким люди прозвали меня,
Но я знаю, где север, где юг.
- Джоном Маленьким - эдакого молодца?!
Ну, а крестным отцом - буду сам.
Притащили стрелки двух жирнух-оленух,
Джона в новую веру крестить.
Было семь только футов в малютке длины,
А зубов - полный рот только лишь!
Кабы водки не пил да бородки не брил -
Был бы самый обычный малыш!
До сих пор говорок у дубов, у рябин,
Не забыла лесная тропа,
Над младенцем читал за попа.
Ту молитву за ним, ноттингэмцы за ним,
Повторили за ним во весь глот.
Восприемный отец, статный Статли Вильям
Окрестил его тут эдак вот:
- Джоном Маленьким был ты до этого дня,
Нынче старому Джону - помин,
Стал ты Маленьким Джоном.
Аминь.
Громогласным ура - раздалась бы гора! -
Был крестильный обряд завершен.
- Постарайся, наш Маленький Джон!
В изумрудный вельвет - так и лорд не одет! -
И вручил ему лук-самострел:
Будешь службу зеленую несть,
Кабаны и епископы есть.
Ни кирпичика - кроме тюрьмы,
Кто владельцы Шотландии? - Мы!
Побрели вдоль ручьевых ракит
Спят.
.
.
И Маленький Джон с ними спит.
Так под именем сим по трущобам лесным
Жил и жил, и состарился он.
И как стал умирать, вся небесная рать
Позвала его: - Маленький Джон!
РОБИН ГУД И ЛЕСНИКИ
Deny deny down
Of courage stout and bold.
Hey down deny derry down
Robin Hood he would and to fair Nottingham,
With the general for to dine;
There was he were of fifteen forresters,
And a drinking bear, ale, and wine.
"What news? What news?" said bold Robin Hood;
"What news, fain wouldest thou know?
Our king hath provided a shooting-match:"
"And I 'm ready with my bow.
"
"We hold it in scorn," then said the forresters,
"That ever a boy so young
Should bear a bow before our king,
That's not able to draw one string.
"
"I 'le hold you twenty marks," said bold Robin Hood
"By the leave of Our Lady,
That I 'le hit a mark a hundred rod,
And I 'le cause a hart to dye.
"
"We'l hold you twenty mark," then said the forresten
"By the leave of Our Lady,
Thou hitst not the marke a hundred rod,
Nor causest a hart to dye.
"
Robin Hood he bent up a noble bow,
And a broad arrow he let flye,
He hit the mark a hundred rod,
And he caused a hart to dye.
Some said hee brake ribs one or two,
And some said hee brake three;
The arrow within the hart would not abide,
But it glanced in two or three.
The hart did skip, and the hart did leap,
And the hart lay on the ground;
"The wager is mine," said bold Robin Hood,
"If't were for a thousand pound.
"
"The wager 's none of thine," then said the forresters,
"Although thou beest in haste;
Take up thy bow, and get thee hence,
Lest wee thy sides do baste.
"
Robin Hood hee took up his noble bow,
And his broad arrows all amain,
And Robin Hood he laught, and begun to smile,
As hee went over the plain.
Then Robin Hood hee bent his noble bow,
And his broad arrows he let flye,
Till fourteen of these fifteen forresters
Vpon the ground did lye.
He that did this quarrel first begin
Went tripping over the plain;
But Robin Hood he bent his noble bow,
And hee fetcht him back again.
"You said I was no archer," said Robin Hood,
"But say so now again;"
With that he sent another arrow
That split his head in twain.
"You have found mee an archer," saith Robin Hood,
"Which will make your wives for to wring,
And wish that you had never spoke the word,
That I could not draw one string.
"
The people that lived in fair Nottingham
Came runing out amain,
With the forresters that were slain.
Some lost legs, and some lost arms,
And some did lose their blood,
But Robin Hood hee took up his noble bow,
And is gone to the merry green wood.
They carryed these forresters into fair Nottingham,
As many there did know;
They digd them graves in their church-yard,
And they buried them all a row.
Был мальчик Робин Гуд высок.
Дерри, дерри даун.
Собрался раз он в Ноттингам,
Идет в лесу,и вот
Пред ним пятнадцать лесников
"Что нового?" - спросил их Гуд.
"Что знал ты до сих пор?
Король устроил спор стрелков".
"Смешно, - сказали лесники,
Ответил, - спорь со мной,
В оленя я стрелой".
Что на сто сажень не попасть
Тебе в него стрелой".
С широкою стрелой
Оленя в тьме лесной.
А может быть, и три,
Стрела пронзила грудь насквозь,
Пока не опоздал".
И взял свой честный лук,
И улыбнулся про себя,
К звенящей тетиве,
Собрался убежать,
Вернул его опять
Что я стрелок плохой!"
- Что сделал ваших вдов
В зеленый лес густой.
Могилы вырыв, погребли
РОБИН ГУД И ЕПИСКОП
Hey down down an a down
And a story I 'le to you unfold;
I 'le tell you how Robin Hood served the Bishop,
When he robbed him of his gold.
As it fell out on a sun-shining day,
When Phebus was in his prime,
Then Robin Hood, that archer good,
In mirth would spend some time.
And as he walkd the forrest along,
Some pastime for to spy,
There was he aware of a proud bishop,
And all his company.
"If the Bishop he doth take me,
No marcy he 'l show unto me, I know,
But hanged I shall be.
"
Then Robin was stout, and turnd him about,
And a little house there he did spy;
And to an old wife, for to save his life,
He loud began for to cry.
"Why, who art thou?" said the old woman,
"Come tell it to me for good:"
"I am an out-law, as many do know,
My name it is Robin Hood.
"And yonder 's the Bishop and all his men,
And if that I taken be,
Then day and night he 'l work me spight,
And hanged I shall be.
"
"If thou be Robin Hood," said the old wife,
"As thou dost seem to be,
I 'le for thee provide, and thee I will hide
From the Bishop and his company.
"For I well remember, one Saturday night
Thou bought me both shoos and hose;
Therefore I 'Ie provide thy person to hide,
And keep thee from thy foes.
"
"Then give me soon thy coat of gray,
And take thou my mantle of green;
Thy spindle and twine unto me resign,
And take thou my arrows so keen.
"
And when that Robin Hood was so araid,
He went straight to his company;
With his spindle and twine, he oft lookt behind
For the Bishop and his company.
"O who is yonder," quoth Little John,
"That now comes over the lee?
An arrow I will at her let flie,
So like an old witch looks she.
"
"O hold thy hand, hold thy hand," said Robin then,
"And shoot not thy arrows so keen;
I am Robin Hood, thy master good,
And quickly it shall be seen.
"
The Bishop he came to the old womans house,
And he called with furious mood,
"Come let me soon see, and bring unto me,
That traitor Robin Hood.
"
Himseife on a dapple-gray,
He went laughing all the way.
But as they were riding the forrest along,
The Bishop he chanc'd for to see
A hundred brave bow-men bold
Stand under the green-wood tree.
"O who is yonder," the Bishop then said,
"That's ranging within yonder wood?"
"Marry," says the old woman, "I think it to be
A man calld Robin Hood.
"
"Why, who art thou," the Bishop he said,
"Which I have here with me?"
"Why, I am an old woman, thou cuckoldly bishop;
Lift up my leg and see.
"
"Then woe is me," the Bishop he said,
"That ever I saw this day!"
He turnd him about, but Robin so stout
Calld him, and bid him stay.
Then Robin took hold of the Bishops horse,
And ty'd him fast to a tree;
Then Little John smil'd his master upon,
For joy of that company.
Robin Hood took his mantle from 's back,
And spread it upon the ground,
And out of the Bishops portmantle he
Soon told five hundred pound.
"So now let him go," said Robin Hood;
Said Little John, That may not be;
For I vow and protest he shall sing us a mass
Before that he goe from me.
Then Robin Hood took the Bishop by the hand,
And bound him fast to a tree,
And made him sing a mass.
God wot,
To him and his yeomandree.
And then they brought him through the wood,
And set him on his dapple-gray,
And gave the tail within his hand,
And bade him for Robin Hood pray.
Эй, подойдите, господа,
За Робин Гуда раз.
Чуть начал Феб вставать.
Заметил меж ветвей
И отдан палачу!"
- И как тебя зовут?"
Зовусь я - Робин Гуд.
Меня повесит он".
В Рождественскую ночь,
С колчаном и мечом,
С твоим веретеном".
- Бредет сквозь лес густой?
Ведь больно стрелы бьют!
Твой добрый Робин Гуд!"
Предателя,тотчас!"
Узнаешь ты меня".
Под деревом большим.
Я, право, не пойму!"
Велит ему стоять.
Сказал с улыбкой Джон.
Снял со своей спины
И всем стрелкам хвалу.
Отправился домой
РОБИН ГУД ВЫРУЧАЕТ ВИЛЯ СТАТЛИ
When Robin Hood in the green-wood livd,
Deny deny down
Tidings for certainty,
That Will Stutly surprized was,
And eke in prison lay;
Three varlets that the sheriff had hired
Did likely him betray.
To-morrow as soon as it is day;
But before they could this victory get,
Two of them did Stutly slay.
When Robin Hood he heard this news,
Lord! he was grieved sore,
I, and unto his merry men said ,
Who altogether swore,
And be brought safe again;
Or else should many a gallant wight
For his sake there be slain.
He cloathed himself in scarlet then,
His men were all in green;
A finer show, throughout the world,
In no place could be seen.
Good lord! it was a gallant sight
To see them all on a row;
With every man a good broad sword,
And eke a good yew bow.
Forth of the green wood are they gone,
Yea, all couragiously,
Or every man to die.
And when they came the castle neer
Whereas Will Stutly lay,
"Wee here in ambush stay,
"And send one forth some news to hear,
To yonder palmer fair,
Some news he may declare.
"
With that steps forth a brave young man,
Which was of courage bold;
Thus hee did say to the old man:
I pray thee, palmer old,
Tell me, if that thou rightly ken,
When must Will Stutly die,
Who is one of bold Robins men,
And here doth prisoner lie?
"Alack, alass," the palmer said,
"And for ever wo is me!
Will Stutly hanged must be this day,
On yonder gallows-tree.

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Нее would some succour send;
A few of his bold yeomandree
Full soon would fetch him hence.
"
"I, that is true," the young man said;
"I, that is true," said hee;
"Or, if they were neer to this place,
They soon would set him free.
"But fare thou well, thou good old man,
Farewell, and thanks to thee;
If Stutly hanged be this day,
Revengd his death will be.
"
He was no sooner from the palmer gone,
But the gates was opened wide,
And out of the castle Will Stutly came,
Guarded on every side.
And saw no help was nigh,
Thus he did say unto the sheriff,
Thus he said gallantly:
Grant me one boon, says he;
For my noble master nere had man
That yet was hangd on the tree mirror-casino.pw/p/igri-klubnika.
And saw no help was nigh,
Thus he did say unto the sheriff,
Thus he said gallantly:
Grant me one boon, says he;
For my noble master nere had man
That yet was hangd on the tree.
Give me a sword all in my hand,
And let mee be unbound,
And with thee and thy men I 'le fight,
Vntill I lie dead on the ground.
But his desire he would not grant,
His wishes were in vain;
For the sheriff had sworn he hanged should be,
And not by the sword be slain.
"Do but unbind my hands," he saies,
"I will no weapons crave,
And if I hanged be this day,
Damnation let me have.
"
"Thou shalt on the gallows die,
I, and so shall thy master too,
If ever in me it lie.
"
"O dastard coward!" Stutly cries,
"Thou faint-heart pesant slave!
Thou shalt thy paiment have.
"My noble master thee doth scorn,
And all thy cowardly crew;
Such silly imps unable are
Bold Robin to subdue.
"
And ready to bid adiew,
Out of a bush leaps Little John,
And steps Will Stutly to.
"I pray thee, Will, before thou die,
Of thy dear friends take leave;
I needs must borrow him a while,
How say you, master sheriff?"
"Now, as I live," the sheriff he said,
"That varlet will I know;
Some sturdy rebell is that same,
Therefore let him not go.
"
With that Little John so hastily
Away cut Stutly's bands,
And from one of the sheriff his men,
A sword twicht from his hands.
"Here, Will, here, take thou this same,
Thou canst it better sway;
And here defend thy self a while,
For aid will come straight way.
"
And there they turnd them back to back,
In the middle of them that day,
Till Robin Hood approached neer,
With many an archer gay.
With that an arrow by them flew,
I wist from Robin Hood;
"Make haste, make haste," the sheriff he said
"Make haste, for it is good.
"
The sheriff is gone; his doughty men
Thought it no boot to stay,
But, as their master had them taught,
They run full fast away.
"O stay, O stay," Will Stutly said,
"Take leave ere you depart;
You nere will catch bold Robin Hood
Vnless you dare him meet.
"
"O ill betide you," quoth Robin Hood,
"That you so soon are gone;
My sword may in the scabbord rest,
For here our work is done.
"
"I little thought when I came here,
When I came to this place,
For to have met with Little John,
Or seen my masters face.
"
Thus Stutly was at liberty set,
And safe brought from his foe;
"O thanks, O thanks to my master,
Since here it was not so.
"
"And once again, my fellows,
We shall in the green woods meet,
Where we will make our bow-strings twang,
Musick for us most sweet.
"
Жил Робин Гуд в густом лесу,
Где зелена листва,
Виль Статли заключен.
Но двух предателей успел
Увидит Виль опять.
Зеленые плащи,
Поднялся стройный стан.
Где Статли стерегут.
Промолвил Робин Гуд.
Безжалостно казнен
"Увы, - ответил пилигрим,
Послал бы он стрелков
Отсюда в глубь лесов".
Из этих тяжких пут.
Мы славно отомстим".
С недрогнувшим лицом:
Так сделай милость мне
Повешен на сосне) -
Шериф, поднять мне меч.
Хотел бы мертвым лечь".
Поставил на своем:
- Жизнь кончить осужден.
Коль попадется он".
- Мужик, холоп простой!
Расплатится с тобой.
Сломить его в борьбе?"
Вдруг вышел из кустов.
Пока еще ты жив,
К себе назад, в кусты".
Узлы у Виля на руках
Джон поспешил рассечь.
"Возьми мой меч скорее, Виль,
И защищайся сам.
Идут на помощь к нам".
И оба, став плечом к плечу,
Людей шерифа бьют,
Когда настанет срок, -
Пустились наутек.
Проститься вы должны.
В лесах родной страны".
Куда вас гонит страх?
"Не думал я, - промолвил Виль,
- Что из лесных долин
РОБИН ГУД И МЯСНИКИ
That are in the bowers within;
For of Robin Hood, that archer good,
A song I intend for to sing.
Upon a time it chanced so
Bold Robin in forrest did spy
A jolly butcher, with a bonny fine mare,
With his flesh to the market did hye.
"Good morrow, good fellow," said jolly Robin,
"What food hast? tell unto me;
And thy trade to me tell, and where thou dost dwell,
For I like well thy company.
"
The butcher he answered jolly Robin:
No matter where I dwell;
For a butcher I am, and to Notingham
I am going, my flesh to sell.
"What is the price of thy flesh?" said jolly Robin,
"Come, tell it soon unto me;
And the price of thy mare, be she never so dear,
For a butcher fain would I be.
"
"The price of my flesh," the butcher repli'd,
"I soon will tell unto thee;
With my bonny mare, and they are not dear,
Four mark thou must give unto me.
"
"Four mark I will give thee," saith jolly Robin,
"Four mark it shall be thy fee;
Thy mony come count, and let me mount,
For a butcher I fain would be.
"
Now Robin he is to Notingham gone,
His butcher's trade for to begin;
With good intent, to the sheriff he went,
And there he took up his inn.
When other butchers they opened their meat,
Bold Robin he then begun;
But how for to sell he knew not well,
For a butcher he was but young.
When other butchers no meat could sell,
Robin got both gold and fee;
For he sold more meat for one peny
Than others could do for three.
But when he sold his meat so fast,
No butcher by him could thrive;
For he sold more meat for one peny
Than others could do for five.
Which made the butchers of Notingham
To study as they did stand,
Saying, surely he was some prodigal,
That had sold his father's land.
The butchers they stepped to jolly Robin,
Acquainted with him for to be;
"Come, brother," one said, "we be all of one trade,
Come, will you go dine with me?"
"Accurst of his heart," said jolly Robin,
"That a butcher doth deny;
I will go with you, my brethren true,
And as fast as I can hie.
"
But when to the sheriffs house they came,
To dinner they hied apace,
And Robin he the man must be
Before them all to say grace.
"Pray God bless us all," said jolly Robin,
"And our meat within this place;
A cup of sack so good will nourish our blood,
And so I do end my grace.
"Come fill us more wine," said jolly Robin,
"Let us merry be while we do stay;
For wine and good cheer, be it never so dear,
I vow I the reckning will pay.
"Come, brother s , be merry," said jolly Robin,
"Let us drink, and never give ore;
For the shot I will pay, ere I go my way,
If it cost me five pounds and more.
"
"This is a mad blade," the butchers then said;
Saies the sheriff, He is some prodigal,
That some land has sold, for silver and gold,
And now he doth mean to spend all.
"Hast thou any horn-beasts," the sheriff repli'd,
"Good fellow, to sell unto me?"
"Yes, that I have, good Master Sheriff,
I have hundreds two or three.
"And a hundred aker of good free land,
If you please it to see;
And I 'le make you as good assurance of it
As ever my father made me.
"
The sheriff he saddled a good palfrey,
With three hundred pound in gold,
And away he went with bold Robin Hood,
His homed beasts to behold.
Away then the sheriff and Robin did ride,
To the forrest of merry Sherwood;
Then the sheriff did say.
God bless us this day
From a man they call Robin Hood!
But when that a little further they came,
Bold Robin he chanced to spy
A hundred head of good red deer,
Come tripping the sheriff full nigh.
"How like you my hornd beasts, good Master Sheriff?
They be fat and fair for to see;"
"I tell thee, good fellow, I would I were gone,
For I like not thy company.
"
Then Robin he set his horn to his mouth,
And blew but blasts three;
Then quickly anon there came Little John,
And all his company.
"Good master come tell it to me;"
"I have brought hither the sheriff of Notingham,
This day to dine with thee.
"
"He is welcome to me," then said Little John,
"I hope he will honestly pay;
I know he has gold, if it be but well told,
Will serve us to drink a whole day.
"
Then Robin took his mantle from his back,
And laid it upon the ground,
And out of the sheriffe 's portmantle
He told three hundred pound.
Then Robin he brought him thorow the wood,
And set him on his dapple gray:
"O have me commended to your wife at home;"
So Robin went laughing away.
Спешите на улицу, добрые люди,
Послушайте песню мою.
Для вас я сегодня спою.
В лесу на рассвете гулял Робин Гуд.
Вдруг слышит он топот копыт.
Мясник молодой на лошадке гнедой
На рынок рысцою трусит.
В какой ты живешь стороне
И что за товар ты везешь на базар?
Ты больно понравился мне.
В какой я живу стороне,
А мясо на рынок везу в Ноттингэм
Продать там по сходной цене.
- Послушай-ка, парень, - сказал Робин Гуд, -
А сколько возьмешь ты с меня
За все целиком: за мясо с мешком,
Уздечку, седло и коня?
За мясо с мешком и коня с ремешком
Пять марок ты мне заплати.
- Бери свои деньги, - сказал Робин Гуд, -
Бери заодно с кошельком
Счастливым я стал мясником!
Проехал у всех на виду,
К шерифу пошел - и деньги на стол
За место в торговом ряду.
С другими купцами он сел торговать,
Хоть с делом он не был знаком,
Не знал, как продать, обмануть, недодать.
Он был мясником-новичком.
Что хочешь плати - и бери!
За пенни свинины он больше давал,
Чем все остальные за три.
Он только и знал - зазывал, продавал,
Едва успевал отпускать.
Чем все остальные за пять.
- Дворянский сынок, - мясники говорят, -
Бездельник, повеса и мот!
- Послушай, собрат и сосед,
Должны разделить и обед.
Одна небольшая семья.
И чокнуться с вами, друзья!
Толпою к шерифу пришли они в дом,
Садятся обедать за стол.
Молитву за нас бы прочел.
- Помилуй нас, боже, - сказал Робин Гуд, -
Дай хлеб нам насущный вкусить
И выпить винца, чтоб согрелись сердца!
Мне не о чем больше просить.
А ну-ка, хозяйка, - сказал Робин Гуд, -
Друзей угостить я хочу.
За всех я один заплачу.
Вы пейте и ешьте, - сказал Робин Гуд, -
Пируйте весь день напролет.
Беру на себя я расчет.
- Дворянский сынок! - говорят мясники, -
Решил промотать до конца.
Ты в наши приехал места?
Как жив и здоров и много ль голов
Рогатого держишь скота?
Две сотни голов или три, -
А впрочем, наведайся в наши места
И сам на него посмотри.
Пасется мой скот по лесам, по лугам,
Телята сейчас у коров.
Задешево сотню голов!
Три сотни червонцев берет
В леса покупать его скот.
В Шервудскую чащу въезжают они -
Охотников славных приют.
Коль встретится нам Робин Гуд!
По узкой тропе они едут вдвоем.
И вдруг увидал Робин Гуд:
Лесные олени меж темных ветвей
От них врассыпную бегут.
Тут несколько сотен голов.
Я сотню-другую готов!
И разом явились на зов
С двух разных сторон и Маленький Джон,
И семеро лучших стрелков.
Каков твой приказ, Робин Гуд?
- Пожаловал к нам Ноттингэмский шериф.
Пускай ему ужин дадут!
Тебя поджидаем давно.
А ты нам плати за вино!
Дрожащий шериф протянул кошелек,
И так же без слов отсчитал Робин Гуд
Три сотенки звонких монет.
Опять посадил на коня
Жене передай от меня!
РОБИН ГУД И ЗОЛОТАЯ СТРЕЛА
When as the sheriff of Nottingham
Was come, with mickle grief,
He talkd no good of Robin Hood,
That strong and sturdy thief.
Fal lal dal de
His losses to unfold
The tale that he had told.
"Why," quoth the king, "what shall I do?
Art thou not sheriff for me?
The law is in force, go take thy course
Of them that injure thee.
"Go get thee gone, and by thyself
Devise some tricking game
Go take thy course with them.
"
So away the sheriff he returnd,
And by the way he thought
Of the words of the king, and how the thing
To pass might well be brought.
For within his mind he imagined
That when such matches were,
Those outlaws stout, without all doubt,
Would be the bowmen there.

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So an arrow with a golden head
And shaft of silver white,
Who won the day should bear away
For his own proper right.
Tidings came to brave Robin Hood,
Under the green-wood tree:
We 'll go yon sport to see.
"
With that stept forth a brave young man,
David of Doncaster:
From the green-wood we '11 not stir.
"To tell the truth, I 'm well informed
Yon match is a wile;
The sheriff, I wiss, devises this
Us archers to beguile.
"
"Thy words does not please me;
Come on 't what will, I 'll try my skill
At yon brave archery рулетка казино играть на деньги.
"
"Thy words does not please me;
Come on 't what will, I 'll try my skill
At yon brave archery.
"
Come, let us thither gang;
Come listen to me, how it shall be
That we need not be kend.
Our mantles, all of Lincoln green,
Behind us we will leave;
We '11 dress us all so several
They shall not us perceive.
One shall wear white, another red,
One yellow, another blue;
We'll gang, whateer ensue.
Forth from the green-wood they are gone,
With hearts all firm and stout,
Resolving then with the sheriffs men
To have a hearty bout.
So themselves they mixed with the rest,
To prevent all suspicion;
They thought it no discretion.
So the sheriff looking round about,
Amongst eight hundred men,
Had long expected then.
And all his men to boot,
Sure none of them could pass these men,
So bravely they do shoot.
"Ay," quoth the sheriff, and scratchd his head,
"I thought he would have been here;
I thought he would, but, tho he 's bold,
He durst not now appear.
"
O that word grieved Robin Hood to the heart;
He vexed in his blood;
Eer long, thought he, thou shalt well see
That here was Robin Hood.
Some cried.
Bluejacket! another cried, Brown!
And the third cried, Brave Yellow!
But the fourth man said, Yon man in red
In this place has no fellow.
For that was Robin Hood himself,
For he was cloathd in red;
At every shot the prize he got,
For he was both sure and dead.
So the arrow with the golden head
And shaft of silver white
Brave Robin Hood won, and bore with him
For his own proper right.
These outlaws there, that very day,
To shun all kind of doubt,
By three or four, no less no more,
As they went in came out.
Until they all assembled were
Under the green-wood shade,
What brave pastime they made.
Says Robin Hood, All my care is,
How that yon sheriff may
Know certainly that it was I
That bore his arrow away.
Says Little John, My counsel good
Did take effect before,
I will advise once more.
"Speak on, speak on," said Robin Hood,
"Thy wit's both quick and sound;
I know no man amongst us can
For wit like thee be found.
"
"This I advise," said Little John;
"That a letter shall be pend,
And when it is done, to Nottingham
You to the sheriff shall send.
"
"That is well advised," said Robin Hood,
"But how must it be sent?"
"Pugh! when you please, it's done with ease,
Master, by you content.
And shoot it into the town;
The mark shall show where it must go,
When ever it lights down.
"
The project it was full performd;
The sheriff that letter had;
Which when he read, he scratchd his head,
And rav'd like one that's mad.
So we '11 leave him chafing in his grease,
Which will do him no good;
Now, my friends, attend, and hear the end
Of honest Robin Hood.
А днем не правит суд.
Ему покоя не дает
Отправился шериф,
Колено преклонив.
Кто упускает власть.
Я сам его казню".
И вот послушные гонцы
Сам стоя за чертой,
По имени Давид:
В лесу надежно скрыт.
Он нам расставил сеть,
В петле тому висеть".
Но хорошо бы сделать так,
Чтоб не узнали нас.
По-своему одет.
Вот синие плащи.
Вошли по одному,
"Как ни отважен Робин Гуд,
А, видно, не пришел".
Хорош и голубой,
Искусною стрельбой.
Испытанный стрелок.
Они присели в тень,
Не знает, где стрела".
Я верный дал совет.
Никто не наделен".
А полетит само".
Мы можем без гонца?"
Пущу стрелу в полет.
Как с неба, упадет".
От дерзкого письма,
Что не сошел с ума.
Перевод Игн.
Ивановского
РОБИН ГУД И АЛЛАН Э-ДЕЙЛ
As Robin Hood in the forrest stood,
All under the green-wood tree,
There was he ware of a brave young man,
As fine as fine might be.
The youngster was clothed in scarlet red,
In scarlet fine and gay,
And he did frisk it over the plain,
And chanted a roundelay.
Amongst the leaves so gay,
There did he espy the same young man
Come drooping along the way.
The scarlet he wore the day before,
It was clean cast away;
And every step he fetcht a sigh,
"Alack and a well a day!"
Then stepped forth brave Little John,
And Nick the millers son,
Which made the young man bend his bow,
When as he see them come.
"Stand off, stand off," the young man said,
"What is your will with me?"
"You must come before our master straight,
Vnder yon green-wood tree.
"
Robin askt him courteously
For my merry men and me?
"I have no money," the young man said,
"But five shillings and a ring;
And that I have kept this seven long years,
To have it at my wedding.
"Yesterday I should have married a maid,
But she is now from me tane,
And chosen to be an old knights delight,
Whereby my poor heart is slain.
"
"What is thy name?" then said Robin Hood,
"Come tell me, without any fail:"
"By the faith of my body," then said the young man,
"My name it is Allin a Dale.
"
"How many miles is it to thy true-love?
Come tell me without any guile:"
"By the faith of my body," then said the young man,
"It is but five little mile.
"
Then Robin he hasted over the plain,
He did neither stint nor lin,
Vntil he came unto the church
Where Allin should keep his wedding.
"What dost thou do here?" the bishop he said,
"I prethee now tell to me:"
"I am a bold harper," quoth Robin Hood,
"And the best in the north countrey.
"
"O welcome, O welcome," the bishop he said,
"That musick best pleaseth me;"
"You shall have no musick," quoth Robin Hood,
"Till the bride and the bridegroom I see.
"
With that came in a wealthy knight,
Which was both grave and old,
And after him a finikin lass,
Did shine like glistering gold.
"This is no fit match," quoth bold Robin Hood,
"That you do seem to make here;
For since we are come unto the church,
The bride she shall chuse her own dear.
"
Then Robin Hood put his horn to his mouth,
And blew blasts two or three;
When four and twenty bowmen bold
Came leaping over the lee.
And when they came into the church-yard,
Marching all on a row,
The first man was Allin a Dale,
To give bold Robin his bow.
"This is thy true-love," Robin he said,
"Young Allin, as I hear say;
And you shall be married at this same time,
Before we depart away.
"
"For thy word shall not stand;
They shall be three times askt in the church,
As the law is of our land.
"
Robin Hood pulld off the bishops coat,
And put it upon Little John;
"By the faith of my body," then Robin said,
"This cloath doth make thee a man.
"
When Little John went into the quire,
The people began for to laugh;
He askt them seven times in the church,
Least three times should not be enough.
"Who gives me this maid," then said Little John;
Quoth Robin, That do I,
And he that doth take her from Allin a Dale
Full dearly he shall her buy.
And thus having ended this merry wedding,
The bride lookt as fresh as a queen,
And so they returnd to the merry green wood,
Amongst the leaves so green.
Бродил по роще Робин Гуд,
Присел в густую тень
И песни распевал.
Прошел невдалеке.
Неведомо куда,
Для нас, лесных стрелков?"
Да все, как видно, зря:
Со старым рыцарем она
Промолвил Робин Гуд.
Не начался обряд.
И с музыкой знаком".
Невесту с женихом".
Печальна и бледна.
Невеста неплоха.
По сердцу жениха!"
Подняв свой верный рог,
Ступили на порог.
И молча стали в круг,
И первым шел Аллан Э-Дейл,
Сжимая длинный лук.
И нынче пробил час:
Мы обвенчаем вас!"
Согласны ли на брак".
Утри-ка нос попам!"
Захохотал народ:
Все спел наоборот.
Стрелков увел назад.
Из "Малой песни о Робин Гуде"
РОБИН ГУД И СЭР РИЧАРД ЛИ
Lythe and listin, gentilmen,
I shall you tel of a gode yeman,
His name was Robyn Hode.
But as they loked in to Bemysdale,
Bi a deme strete,
Full sone they gan hym mete.
His hode hanged in his iyn two;
He rode in symple aray;
A soriar man than he was one
Rode neuer in somer day.
"Welcome, sir knight," than sayde Robyn,
"Welcome art thou to me;
I haue abyden you fastinge, sir,
All these ouris thre.
"
And sette to theyr dynere;
Brede and wyne they had right ynoughe,
And noumbles of the dere.
"Do gladly, sir knight," sayde Robyn;
"Gramarcy, sir," sayde he;
Of all these wekys thre.
"But pay or ye wende," sayde Robyn;
"Me thynketh it is gode ryght;
It was neuer the maner, by dere worthi God,
A yoman to pay for a knyhht.
"
"I haue nought in my coffers," saide the knyght,
"That I may prefer for shame:"
"Litell Johnn, go loke," sayde Robyn,
"Ne let nat for no blame.
"In what maner," than sayde Robyn,
"Hast thou lorne thy rychesse?"
"For my greate foly," he sayde,
"And for my kynd e nesse.
"What is the som?" sayde Robyn;
"Trouth than tell thou me;"
"Sir," he sayde, "foure hundred pounde;
The abbot told it to me.
"
The abbot sayd to his couent,
There he stode on grounde,
This day twelfe moneth came there a knyght
And borowed foure hondred pounde.
He borowed foure hondred pounde,
Upon all his londe fre;
But he come this yike day
Dysheryte shall he be.
The abbot and his meyne:
"But he come this yike day
Dysheryte shall he be.
"
"I dare well vndertake;"
The knyght came to the gate.
"Do gladly, syr abbot," sayd the knyght,
"I am come to holde my day:"
The fyrst word the abbot spake,
"Hast thou brought my pay?"
"Not one peny," sayd the knyght,
"By God that maked me:"
"Thou art a shrewed dettour," sayd the abbot;
"Syr iustyce, drynke to me.
"What doost thou here," sayd the abbot,
"But thou haddest brought thy pay?"
"For God," than sayd the knyght,
"To pray of a lenger daye.
"
"Thy daye is broke," sayd the iustyce,
"Londe getest thou none:"
And fende me of my fone!"
"I am holde with the abbot," sayd the iustyce,
"Both with cloth and fee:"
"Now, good syr sheryf, be my frende!"
"Nay, for God," sayd he.
He stert hyw to a borde anone,
Tyil a table rounde,
Euen four hundred pound.
For all his ryall fare;
He cast his hede on his shulder,
And fast began to stare.
"Sir abbot, and ye men of lawe,
Now haue I holde my daye;
Now shall I haue my londe agayne,
For ought that you can saye.
"
He wente hym forth full mery syngynge,
As men haue tolde in tale;
His lady met hym at the gate,
At home in Verysdale.
РОБИН ГУД.
СЭР РИЧАРД ЛИ И ШЕРИФ
Lyth and lysten, gentil men,
And herken what I shall say,
How the proud e sheryfe of Notyngham
Dyde crye a full fayre play;
That all the best archers of the north
Sholde come vpon a day,
And he that shoteth allther best
The game shall bere a way.
A ryght good arowe he shall haue,
The shaft of syluer whyte,
The hede and the feders of ryche rede golde,
In Englond is none lyke.
This than herde good Robyn,
Under his trystell-tre:
That shotynge wyll I se.
Whan they cam to Notyngham,
The buttes were fayre and longe;
Many was the bolde archere
That shoted with bowes stronge.
Lytell Johan and good Scatheloke
Were archers good and fre;
Lytell Much and good Reynolde,
The worste wolde they not be.
Whan they had shot aboute,
These archours fayre and good,
Euermore was the best,
РОБИН ГУД И ГАЙ ГИСБОРН
When shawes beene sheene, and shradds full fayre,
And leeues both large and longe,
Itt is merry, walking in the fayre fforrest,
To heare the small birds songe.
The woodweele sang, and wold not cease,
Amongst the leaues a lyne:
And it is by two wight yeomen,
By deare God, that I meane.
"Me thought they did mee beate and binde,
And tooke my bow mee froe;
If I bee Robin a-liue in this lande,
I 'le be wrocken on both them towe.
"
"Sweauens are swift, master," quoth Iohn,
"As the wind that blowes ore a hill;
Ffor if itt be neuer soe lowde this night,
To-morrow it may be still.

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"Buske yee, bowne yee, my merry men all,
Ffor Iohn shall goe with mee;
For I 'le goe seeke yond wight yeomen
In greenwood where the bee.
"
The cast on their gowne of greene,
A shooting gone are they,
Vntill they came to the merry greenwood,
Where they had gladdest bee;
There were the ware of a wight yeoman,
His body leaned to a tree.
A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,
Had beene many a mans bane,
And he was cladd in his capull-hyde,
Topp, and tayle, and mayne.
"Stand you still, master," quoth Litle lohn,
"Vnder this trusty tree,
To know his meaning trulye.
"
"A, Iohn, by me thou setts noe store,
And that's a ffarley thinge;
How offt send I my men beffore,
And tarry my-seife behinde?
And a man but heare him speake;
And itt were not for bursting of my bowe,
Iohn, I wold thy head breake mirror-casino.pw/p/nayti-kazino-golden-games.
"
"A, Iohn, by me thou setts noe store,
And that's a ffarley thinge;
How offt send I my men beffore,
And tarry my-seife behinde?
And a man but heare him speake;
And itt were not for bursting of my bowe,
Iohn, I wold thy head breake.
"
But often words they breeden bale,
That parted Robin and Iohn;
Iohn is gone to Bam e sdale,
The gates he knowes eche one.
And when hee came to Bamesdale,
Great heauinesse there hee hadd;
He ffound two of his fellowes
Were slaine both in a slade,
And Scarlett a ffoote flyinge was,
Ouer stockes and stone,
Fast after him is gone.
"Yett one shoote I 'le shoote," sayes Litle lohn,
"With Crist his might and mayne;
I 'Ie make yond fellow that flyes soe fast
To be both glad and ffaine.
lohn bent vp a good veiwe bow,
And ffetteled him to shoote;
The bow was made of a tender boughe,
And fell downe to his foote.
"Woe worth thee, wicked wood," sayd Litle lohn,
"That ere thou grew on a tree!
Ffor this day thou art my bale,
My boote when thou shold bee!"
This shoote it was but looselye short,
The arrowe flew in vaine,
And it mett one of the sheriffes men;
Good William a Trent was slaine.
It had beene better for William a Trent
To hange vpon a gallowe
Then for to lye in the greenwoode,
There slaine with an arrowe.
And it is sayd, when men be mett,
Siy can doe more then three:
And they hauc tane Litle lohn,
And bound him ffast to a tree.
"Thou shalt be drawen by dale and downe," quoth the sheriffe,
"And hanged hye on a hill:"
"But thou may ffayle," qwoth Litle Iohn,
"If itt be Christs owne will.
"
Let vs leaue talking of Litle lohn,
For hee is bound fast to a tree,
And taike of Guy and Robin Hood,
In the green woode where they bee.
How these two yeomen together they mett,
Vnder the leaues of lyne,
To see what marchandise they made
Euen at that same time.
"Good morrow, good fellow," quoth Sir Guy;
"Good morrow, good ffellow," quoth hee;
"Methinkes by this bow thou beares in thy hand,
A good archer thou seems to bee.
"
"I am wilfull of my way," quoth Sir Guye,
"And of my morning tydc:"
"I 'Ie lead thee through the wood," quoth Robin,
"Good ffellow, I 'le be thy guide.
"
"I seeke an outlaw," quoth Sir Guye,
"Men call him Robin Hood;
I had rather meet with him vpon a day
Then forty pound of golde.
"
"If you tow mett, itt wold be seene whether were better
Afore yee did part awaye;
Let vs some other pastime find,
Good ffellow, I thee pray.
"Let vs some other masteryes make,
And wee will waike in the woods euen;
Wee may chance mee t with Robin Hoode
Att some vnsett steven.
"
Which grew both vnder a bryar,
And sett them three score rood in twinn,
To shoote the prickes full neare.
"Leade on, good ffellow," sayd Sir Guye,
"Lead on, I doe bidd thee:"
"Nay, by my faith," quoth Robin Hood,
"The leader thou shalt bee.
"
The first good shoot that Robin ledd
Did not shoote an inch the pricke ffroe;
Guy was an archer good enoughe,
But he cold neere shoote soe.
The second shoote Sir Guy shott,
He shott within the garlande;
But Robin Hoode shott it better then hee,
For he cloue the good pricke-wande.
"Gods blessing on thy heart!" sayes Guye,
"Goode ffellow, thy shooting is goode;
For an thy hart be as good as thy hands,
Thou were better then Robin Hood.
"Tell me thy name, good ffellow," quoth Guy,
"Vnder the leaues of lyne:"
"Nay, by my faith," quoth good Robin,
"Till thou haue told me thine.
"
"I dwell by dale and downe," quoth Guye,
"And I haue done many a curst tume;
And he that calles me by my right name
Calles me Guye of good Gysborne.
"
"My dwelling is in the wood," sayes Robin;
"By thee I set right nought;
My name is Robin Hood of Bamesdale,
A ffellow thou has long sought.
"
He that had neither beene a kithe nor kin
Might haue seene a full fayre sight,
To see how together these yeomen went,
With blades both browne and bright.
To haue seene how these yeomen together foug ht ,
Two bowers of a summers day;
Itt was neither Guy nor Robin Hood
That nettled them to flye away.
Robin was reacheles on a roote,
And stumbled at that tyde,
And Guy was quicke and nimble wtth-all,
And hitt him ore the left side.
"Ah, deere Lady!" sayd Robin Hoode,
"Thou art both mother and may!
I thinke it was neuer mans destinye
To dye before his day.
"
Robin thought on Our Lady deere,
And soone leapt vp againe,
And thus he came with an awkwarde stroke;
Good Sir Guy hee has slayne.
He tooke Sir Guys head by the hayre,
And slicked itt on his bowes end:
"Thou hast beene traytor all thy liffe,
Which thing must haue an ende.
"
Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe,
And nicked Sir Guy in the fface,
That hee was neuer on a woman borne
Cold tell who Sir Guye was.
Saies, Lye there, lye there, good Sir Guye,
And with me be not wrothe;
If thou haue had the worse stroakes at my hand,
Thou shalt haue the better cloathe.
Robin did off his gowne of greene,
Sir Guye hee did it throwe;
And hee put on that capull-hyde,
That cladd him topp to toe.
"The bowe, the arrowes, and litle home,
And with me now I 'le beare;
Ffor now I will goe to Barn e sdale,
To see how my men doe ffare.
"
Robin sett Guyes home to his mouth,
A lowd blast in it he did blow;
That beheard the sheriffe of Nottingham,
As he leaned vnder a lowe.
"Hearken! hearken!" sayd the sheriffe,
"I heard noe tydings but good;
For yonder I heare Sir Guyes home blowe,
For he hath slaine Robin Hoode.
"For yonder I heare Sir Guyes home blow,
Itt blowes soe well in tyde,
For yonder comes that wighty yeoman,
Cladd in his capull-hyde.
Aske of mee what thou wilt haue"
"I 'le none of thy gold," sayes Robin Hood,
"Nor I 'le none of itt haue.
"But now I haue slaine the master," he sayd,
"Let me goe strike the knaue;
This is all the reward I aske,
Nor noe other will I haue.
"
"Thou art a madman," said the shiriffe,
"Thou sholdest haue had a knights ffee;
Seeing thy asking hath beene soe badd,
Well granted it shall be.
"
But Litle Iohn heard his master speake,
Well he knew that was his steuen;
"Now shall I be loset," quoth Litle Iohn,
"With Christs might in heauen.
"
But Robin hee hyed him towards Litle Iohn,
Нее thought hee wold loose him beliue;
The sheriffe and all his companye
Fast after him did driue.
"Stand abacke! stand abacke!" sayd Robin;
"Why draw you mee soe neere?
Itt was neuer the vse in our countrye
One's shrift another shold heere.
"
But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe,
And losed lohn hand and ffoote,
And gaue him Sir Guyes bow in his hand,
And bade it be his boote.
But lohn tooke Guyes bow in his hand-
His arrowes were rawstye by the roote-;
The sherriffe saw Litle lohn draw a bow
And ffettle him to shoote.
Towards his house in Nottingam
He ffled full fast away,
And soe did all his companye,
Not one behind did stay.
But he cold neither soe fast goe,
Nor away soe fast runn,
But Litle lohn, with an arrow broade,
Did cleaue his heart in twinn.
Когда леса блестят в росе
И длинен каждый лист,
И слушать птичий свист!
РОБИН ГУД И ОТЧАЯННЫЙ МОНАХ
In summer time, when leaves grow green,
And flowers are fresh and gay,
Robin Hood and his merry men
Were disposed to play.
And some would use artillery:
"Which of you can a good bow draw,
A good archer to be?
"Which of you can kill a buck?
Or who can kill a do?
Or who can kill a hart of greece,
Five hundred foot him fro?"
Will Scadlock he kilid a buck,
And Midge he kilid a do,
And Little John kilid a hart of greece,
Five hundred foot him fro.
"God's blessing on thy heart," said Robin Hood,
"That hath shot such a shot for me;
I would ride my horse an hundred miles,
To finde one could match with thee.
"
That causd Will Scadlock to laugh,
He laughed full heartily:
Will beat both him and thee.
"That curtal frier in Fountains Abby
Well can a strong bow draw;
He will beat you and your yeomen,
Set them all on a row.
"
Robin Hood took a solemn oath,
It was by Mary free,
That he would neither eat nor drink
Till the frier he did see.
Robin Hood put on his harness good,
And on his head a cap of steel,
Broad sword and buckler by his side,
And they became him weel.
He took his bow into his hand,
It was made of a trusty tree,
With a sheaf of arrows at his belt,
To the Fountains Dale went he.
And comming unto Fountains Dale,
No further would he ride;
There was he aware of a curtal frier,
Walking by the water-side.
And on his head a cap of steel,
Broad sword and buckler by his side,
And they became him weel.
Robin Hood lighted off his horse,
And tied him to a thorn:
"Carry me over the water, thou curtal frier,
Or else thy life's forlorn.
"
The frier took Robin Hood on his back,
Deep water he did bestride,
And spake neither good word nor bad,
Till he came at the other side.
Lightly leapt Robin Hood off the friers back;
The frier said to him again,
Carry me over this water, fine fellow,
Or it shall breed thy pain.
Robin Hood took the frier on 's back,
Deep water he did bestride,
And spake neither good word nor bad,
Till he came at the other side.
Lightly leapt the fryer off Robin Hoods back;
Robin Hood said to him again,
Carry me over this water, thou curtal frier,
Or it shall breed thy pain.
The frier took Robin Hood on 's back again,
And slept up to the knee;
Till he came at the middle stream,
Neither good nor bad spake he.
And coming to the middle stream,
There he threw Robin in:
"And chuse thee, chuse thee, fine fellow,
Whether thou wilt sink or swim.
"
Robin Hood swam to a bush of broom,
The frier to a wicker wand;
Bold Robin Hood is gone to shore,
And took his bow in hand.
One of his best arrows under his belt
To the frier he let flye;
The curtal frier, with his steel buckler,
He put that arrow by.
"Shoot on, shoot on, thou fine fellow,
Shoot on as thou hast begun;
If thou shoot here a summers day,
Thy mark I will not shun.
"
Robin Hood shot passing well,
Till his arrows all were gone;
They took their swords and steel bucklers,
And fought with might and maine;
From ten oth' clock that day,
Till four ith' afternoon:
Of the frier to beg a boon.
"A boon, a boon, thou curtal frier,
I beg it on my knee;
Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth,
And to blow blasts three.
"
"That will I do," said the curtal frier,
"Of thy blasts I have no doubt;
I hope thou 'lt blow so passing well
Till both thy eyes fall out.
"
Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth,
He blew but blasts three;
Half a hundred yeomen, with bows bent,
Came raking over the lee.
"Whose men are these," said the frier,
"That come so hastily?"
"Frier, what is that to thee?"
"A boon, a boon," said the curtal frier,
"The like I gave to thee;
Give me leave to set my fist to my mouth,
And to whute whutes three.
"
"That will I do," said Robin Hood,
"Or else I were to blame;
Three whutes in a friers fist
Would make me glad and fain.
"
The frier he set his fist to his mouth,
And whuted whutes three;
Came running the frier unto.
"Here 's for every man of thine a dog,
And I my self for thee:"
"Nay, by my faith," quoth Robin Hood,
"Frier, that may not be.
"
Two dogs at once to Robin Hood did go,
The one behind, the other before;
Robin Hoods mantle of Lincoln green
Off from his back they tore.
And whether his men shot east or west,
Or they shot north or south,
The curtal dogs, so taught they were,
They kept their arrows in their mouth.
"Take up thy dogs," said Little John,
"Frier, at my bidding be;"
"Whose man art thou," said the curtal frier,
"Comes here to prate with me?"
"I am Little John, Robin Hoods man,
Frier, I will not lie;
If thou take not up thy dogs soon,
I 'le take up them and thee.
"
Little John had a bow in his hand,
He shot with might and main;
Soon half a score of the friers dogs
Lay dead upon the plain.
"Hold thy hand, good fellow," said the curtal frier,
"Thy master and I will agree;
And we will have new orders taken,
With all the haste that may be.
"
"If thou wilt forsake fair Fountains Dale,
And Fountains Abby free,
A noble shall be thy fee.
"And every holy day throughout the year,
Changed shall thy garment be,
If thou wilt go to fair Nottingham,
And there remain with me.
"
This curtal frier had kept Fountains Dale
Seven long years or more;
There was neither knight, lord, nor earl
Could make him yield before.
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And of brave Little John,
Of Fryer Tuck, and Will Scarlet,
Loxley, and Maid Marion.
I think there was never none;
For Robin Hood disguised himself,
And to the wood is gone.
Like to a fryer, bold Robin Hood
Was accoutered in his array;
With hood, gown, beads and crucifix,
He past upon the way.
He had not gone past miles two or three,
But it was his chance to spy
Two lusty priests, clad all in black,
Come riding gallantly.
"Some pitty on me take;
Cross you my hand with a silver groat,
For Our dear Ladies sake.
"For I have been wandring all this day,
And nothing could I get;
Not so much as one poor cup of drink,
Nor bit of bread to eat.
"
"Now, by my holydame," the priests repli'd,
"We never a peny have;
For we this morning have been robd,
And could no mony save.
"
"I am much afraid," said bold Robin Hood,
"That you both do tell a lye;
And now before that you go hence,
I am resolvd to try.
"
When as the priests heard him say so,
Then they rode away amain;
But Robin Hood betook him to his heels,
And soon overtook them again.
Then Robin Hood laid hold of them both,
And pulld them down from their horse:
"O spare us, fryer!" the priests cry'd out,
"On us have some remorse!"
"You said you had no mony," quoth he,
"Wherefore, without delay,
And for mony we will pray.
"
The priests they could not him gainsay,
But down they kneeled with speed;
"Send us, O send us," then quoth they,
"Some mony to serve our need.
"
The priests did pray with mournful chear,
Sometimes their hands did wring,
Sometimes they wept and cried aloud,
Whilst Robin did merrily sing.
When they had been praying an hours space,
The priests did still lament;
Then quoth bold Robin, Now let's see
What mony heaven hath us sent.
We will be sharers now all alike
Of the mony that we have;
And there is never a one of us
That his fellows shall deceive.
The priests their hands in their pockets put,
But mony would find none:
"We 'l search our selves," said Robin Hood,
"Each other, one by one.
"
Then Robin Hood took pains to search them both,
And he found good store of gold;
Five hundred peeces presently
"Here is a brave show," said Robin Hood,
"Such store of gold to see,
And you shall each one have a part,
Cause you prayed so heartily.
"
He gave them fifty pound a-peece,
And the rest for himself did keep;
The priests durst not speak one word,
But they sighed wondrous deep.
With that the priests rose up from their knees,
Thinking to have parted so;
"Nay, stay," said Robin Hood, "one thing more
I have to say ere you go.
"You shall be sworn," said bold Robin Hood,
"Vpon this holy grass,
Which way soever you pass.
"The second oath that you here must take,
All the days of your lives
You never shall tempt maids to sin,
Nor lye with other mens wives.
"The last oath you shall take, it is this,
Be charitable to the poor;
Say you have met with a holy fryer,
And I desire no more.
"
He set them upon their horses again,
And away then they did ride;
And hee returnd to the merry green-wood,
With great joy, mirth and pride.
В лесах скрывался Робин Гуд,
А с ним Малютка Джон,
Вилл Скарлет, Тук, Аллан Э-Дейл
И леди Марион.